Stuffs

Crop Circle

by Monster Magnet

I was born underwater, I dried out in the sunI started humping volcanoes baby, when I was too youngI started surfing the mad house, and I decided to stayI got an itch in my cosmic pocket, and it won't go away

/ AG E C E / :

Instead of draggin' the swamp for your lost loveCome to me, I'm your living crop circle

Like a lamb to the slaughter, like a peach in the sunCurl up in my flame pit, baby, until you're way over doneI came up from the ground, I came down from the skyAnd I rounded her knees like a worm with a missionBecause I'm made out of salt, and I'm made out of coalAnd I live like a king, in a __ showmercial

Instead of letting the man make you a monkeyFry your head in the living crop circle, yeah!